Wanderer

I wander in the deep red forest -

Hearing sounds that are not supposed to be.

I fumbled, stumbled without a rest.

I am seeking what's left of me.

The murmurs, the whispers inside my head –

Is it your poisonous love seeping in?

The sweet poison that turns blood into lead –

Turns virtue into sin.

I am wandering, searching for the utmost truth -

A grit in the vast ocean of sand.

For what it's worth, my freedom and my youth –

I leave it in Mercy's hand.

I am afraid I am running on hopes.

With no certainty of another tomorrow.

My life is dangling on a thin rope –

Threatening to let me fall into sorrows.

I am afraid of Mercy, afraid of not getting through.

I am afraid of death, because I would be leaving you.

So here I am, holding on this thin, red line.

I am a wanderer, seeking for what is mine.

I am seeking for what I have lost –

Not a precious stone or invaluable things.

I am seeking for what is beyond the hope -

Glimpses of solace a tattered soul can bring.